All that glitters is not gold
I had a birthday last week. I turned the ripe old age of 31! Boy, am I ever old!
And since I can't think of anything more interesting to blab about on this blog, I'm going to talk about all the stuff I got. I CLEANED UP this year!!!
I got a rock-fountain thing from my director (which is pretty cool, considering my name means 'rock'). I got pizza sent to my work from my wife. I got songs and cash from my mother, grandfather, mother-in-law, and sister. I also got a bracelet from my sister. I was gifted a way cool watch from my co-workers. And a party with great food, fun, alcohol, and well-wishings from more co-workers. This list does not include a new mustache trimmer, new shades, and palm-pilot that I am still playing with to try and figure out.
I don't think I can remember a birthday that I got more sheer STUFF from all sorts of people than this one. And the best part is, I don't really care about the stuff! Now don't get me wrong, the stuff is great. New toys are always exciting for me, in part because they don't happen all that often. But the thing that absolutely brightens my soul is how much love poured forth from all sorts of different people for the whole WEEK of my birthday!
All week I was getting cakes and songs and fun and stuff from family, friends, and people I hardly knew. It was wonderful. It was also a little odd for me. I've felt since taking on the mantle of fatherhood that I've been something of a recluse. A turtle shrinking into his shell more and more. I don't go out as often as I once did. I don't see movies very often. I don't spend time with even my closest friends more often than once every month or two. I've been turning into a shut-in, and there's not enough hours in the day (nor enough gas in my tank) to do much about it.
Apparently, I was wrong. If this many people are willing to take time from their lives to wish me well on the anniversary of my birth, I've not completely sealed up my cave just yet. Boy am I lucky and grateful to be a part of so many bright lives! I hope I am able to give something back to them to brighten their days all year long. I really hope so. I'm going to try!
Boy, I've been in some remarkably positive moods my last few posts. Remind me to get more into my morose past sometime soon before I start singing kumbaya.
-H-
And since I can't think of anything more interesting to blab about on this blog, I'm going to talk about all the stuff I got. I CLEANED UP this year!!!
I got a rock-fountain thing from my director (which is pretty cool, considering my name means 'rock'). I got pizza sent to my work from my wife. I got songs and cash from my mother, grandfather, mother-in-law, and sister. I also got a bracelet from my sister. I was gifted a way cool watch from my co-workers. And a party with great food, fun, alcohol, and well-wishings from more co-workers. This list does not include a new mustache trimmer, new shades, and palm-pilot that I am still playing with to try and figure out.
I don't think I can remember a birthday that I got more sheer STUFF from all sorts of people than this one. And the best part is, I don't really care about the stuff! Now don't get me wrong, the stuff is great. New toys are always exciting for me, in part because they don't happen all that often. But the thing that absolutely brightens my soul is how much love poured forth from all sorts of different people for the whole WEEK of my birthday!
All week I was getting cakes and songs and fun and stuff from family, friends, and people I hardly knew. It was wonderful. It was also a little odd for me. I've felt since taking on the mantle of fatherhood that I've been something of a recluse. A turtle shrinking into his shell more and more. I don't go out as often as I once did. I don't see movies very often. I don't spend time with even my closest friends more often than once every month or two. I've been turning into a shut-in, and there's not enough hours in the day (nor enough gas in my tank) to do much about it.
Apparently, I was wrong. If this many people are willing to take time from their lives to wish me well on the anniversary of my birth, I've not completely sealed up my cave just yet. Boy am I lucky and grateful to be a part of so many bright lives! I hope I am able to give something back to them to brighten their days all year long. I really hope so. I'm going to try!
Boy, I've been in some remarkably positive moods my last few posts. Remind me to get more into my morose past sometime soon before I start singing kumbaya.
-H-
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